Oh wow! Look at that, I actually updated and it didn't take five months! OMG! Celebration? Nah, but I am back, on vacation whilst I plan to move away from this backwater crap town. That's right, I want to go to a city for work! yay! Anyway, enough about me, because here's a new chapter, obviously, full of Jerry and Andy goodness :3

Anyway, this chapter has some intimacy between the two of them, nothing major, of course. Andrew is not a slut! *sob* Pfft, yeah right XP Anyway, enjoy and thanks to those that have been either favoriting or reviewing!

Chapter 7

When a person becomes sick or simply decides that they should get that odd growth on their neck checked out, they go to a hospital. Usually most hospitals are full of caring people intent on treating unfortunate souls that are suffering from curable-or god forbid-incurable diseases. These people stay with the sick, nurse them back from the brink of despair with hope, or comfort them as much as they can. It’s an almost magical place, so full of caring, worry, and acceptance…

This is as true today as it always has been.

The world had changed, the bleakest of outlooks snuffed out and replaced with perfection. I felt as if I had injected sunshine directly into my blood and I was higher than I had ever been before. Work was great, the people were amazing to deal with and I felt like I was walking on clouds half the time. Of course I got mad occasionally, but it was usually something minor and my reaction was nothing more than a curse, unlike the feral, growling explosion of sheer rage I used to suffer through.

Everything was just perfect.

“What’s wrong with your face?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You don’t look normal. Did you get Botox or something? You’re not frowning anymore.”

“No, I didn’t get Botox and I don’t frown……..and why Botox? You saying I look old!?”

“Well that’s a given, old man, but seriously, you smile all the time now. It’s creepy considering what a buzz kill you usually are.”

“Then why the hell do you hang out with me, Craig?”

Craig Philips, a man I had known for a good chunk of my adult life had decided to visit me at work today with promises of lunch outside the office for once. He was my friend, I guess, someone I had known in my University days. Craig had since become a pediatrician and held his own practice with two other doctors –one, Tom, a dermatologist and the other a gynecologist- in the hustle and bustle of the city. He wasn’t a bad guy, but if the mother’s of the children he treated knew what a sleazy man he was, they’d have nightmares. Now, don’t take that out of context, he was a bit of a womanizer, but hell, who hadn’t been at one point. Even I was guilty of that.

“We don’t hang out much anymore, anyway. Last time we were in the same room for this long was the fireworks last year” Craig said, his eyes never lifting to meet mine while he stabbed at salad with his fork repeatedly. Whether he planned to eat it was unclear.

“Oh yes, Canada Day…you set fire to the barbeque…” a look of bitter remembrance flashed across his face, a subtle hint to drop it. I continued “so, what did you bring me out here for?”

The memories of last year’s shenanigans were snuffed out as Craig straightened in his seat and gazed intensely across the table at me. He appeared rigid and almost tense, his lips set in a tight, thin line, before slowly they parted.

“…I’m getting married.”

What the hell….He was getting married!? He never settled down with a woman long enough to learn her name, let alone get married! I was shocked, amazed and generally confused as he went back to stabbing his lunch.

“You? Married? Your longest relationship was a two week booze-cruise in Nevada in our senior year! When did this happen?” I asked, trying to keep my voice down as much as possible, but it was difficult. The sheer madness of the situation was, well, insane!

“I know, I know, it’s crazy isn’t it? I was such an ass all my life, but when I met Cynthia, I just totally changed my life with women, but I’m still a jerk.”

“Yeah, indeed.”

“Ass….anyway, I thought I’d tell you over other people because you knew what a freak I was in the past and about all my youthful indiscretions. So there and you’re welcome to come, of course. I’ll tell Cynthia that my old college roommate is coming, she won’t care. That aside, what about you? You have a new woman, don’t you? I can tell.”

“Uh, yeah, I do. Her name is…..Jerry” I said at length through gritted teeth, my eyes dropping to my plate and I felt my face flush slightly for saying Jeremy’s name, albeit, the shortened version which I didn’t often use.

“Gerri? As in Gertrude or something?”

“Yes! Exactly like that; you’re so smart.”

“Well, come to the wedding and bring her along, okay? Listen, I have to get back to work, those kids aren’t going to heal themselves. It was nice to meet up again; we should do it more often. Oh! Bachelor party, come to that as well.”

“Oh, sure, talk to you later then” I nodded to him as he gathered his jacket and left, the money for his portion of the bill fluttering to the table slowly. It was about time for me to be heading back as well, but I wasn’t as motivated, I kept thinking about what I had just learned. A man quite similar to me was getting married; his life was on track and everything was perfect for him. I couldn’t help but be happy for both him and for myself, because we had such fortunate, similar situations going on.

However, my smile faded for a moment when I realized that my relationship with Jeremy wasn’t conventional, and we were still so early into all this, and hardly did anything physical. Not that I cared about the physical intimacy so much as just talking to each other, but considering the situation I understood his reluctance. The fact alone that he let me kiss him every time we met was amazing in itself.

With a sigh, I paid my bill and left the small café to return to work. I felt that I needed to brush off these silly worries, and assured myself that in this day and age, we wouldn’t become social rejects simply for being with each other. Yes, that was a positive way to look at everything, after all, I was thirty-two and much too old to be afraid of some stupid hick’s opinion on my personal life.

Generally I was satisfied with these thoughts and it allowed me to get through work well for the rest of the day and I relished in the fact that the weekend was upon me, meaning that I had an entire weekend with Jeremy. Well, as far as I knew. Jeremy might have had plans to hang out with his friends, and he certainly didn’t need an old man hanging around him.

Oh god…I made myself feel bad again.

“Well, that’s everything put away, Andy. I’m going home, have a great weekend!” Heather said suddenly, my woes about my elderly sag and gray hairs -none of which were ever evident- were stalled as I looked up from my last chart of the day to see Heather smiling at me.

“Is the day over already?” I asked, peering at my watch before placing the paperwork aside. I’d return to it on Monday. “Well, have a good weekend then.”

“Bye!” She said quickly, the tapping of her heels the last thing out the door before the light thunk of the closing metal. She seemed eager to leave today, a rather spirited exit this time around when normally she would chat for a few minutes. I wasn’t surprised, her husband Keith –whom I happily realized wasn’t the same Keith as Jeremy’s brother…thank god, that would be awkward- usually put aside certain weekends as their chance to get away from the city and road trip. It was refreshing for them both, and often times Heather would regale me with tales of their time together and the places they visited. I was always amazed how they squeezed so much time into a day, but apparently they very seldom took a break.

Turning off the final light in the building and making sure all the rooms were clear, I closed the door and locked it. The weather was miserable, but it wasn’t surprising. It was already July, the time of year when people abused their air conditioning due to extreme heat and left their windows open over night only for the temperature would plummet in favor of frigged cold and thunder storms. This, of course, resulted in people getting sick, which meant I was never without work. Today was one of those days, when you felt soggy without even being touched by the rain.

Not really caring about getting dowsed, I walked leisurely to my car and climbed in. Already six o’clock and dark out, I felt the desire to eat out at a restaurant rather than go home and cook. Though eating alone didn’t sound particularly appealing. Picking up my cell phone, I didn’t need to search very hard for the number at the very top of my list. A few short rings later and the other end picked up.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hi, Jeremy? It’s Andrew” I uttered nervously, still reeling from new feelings about my life that my voice still shook every time I called Jeremy. In person I had no problem speaking with him, but there was something nerve-wracking about talking on the phone, especially to him for some reason.

“Hey, what’s up?” so casual, I was jealous.

“Um, well, I just got off work and…”

“……yes?”

“I plan to eat.”

“Well, thank you for sharing that with me” he laughed softly, so nonchalant, as if this conversation was easy! I was sweating with alarm when he laughed, not knowing if he found my hesitance ridiculous or pathetic.

“What I meant to say was do you want to meet up and get something to eat?” I asked, my mission accomplished as I leaned back with a sigh. There was a pause on the other end, the muffled sounds of Jeremy talking to someone evident in the background before his voice came back, nice and clear.

“Sure, but where?”

“How about Fritzy’s?” I suggested, a quaint little eatery known for a variety of foods, not just burgers and fries.

“Alright, I’ll meet you there then. Bye” he said quickly, the phone clicking off before I could respond. He seemed to be in a hurry, but then again knowing his friend Mike, he probably needed ten minutes to get away from him and his whining. Christ, Mike was annoying for many reasons, but one in particular stuck out. It had been four weeks ago when Jeremy and I decided to try a relationship together that Mike had burst into the room like a raving mad man and pulled me off Jeremy in all his nerd rage. I was pissed, having been thrown off my silly beloved and onto the floor. Like a lunatic, Mike spent twenty minutes ranting about how disgusting we were being, though his comments were mainly directed at me. Clearly he had been informed about what I had done with Jeremy upon our first meeting and knowing that Jeremy shared intimate secrets with him made me hate Mike all the more.

Though, the way Mike acted so violently towards me when Jeremy was concerned made me question if there were some unresolved feelings, even though he condemned Jeremy and I for being so horribly sinful, as he liked to say. I know friends are supposed to watch out for each other, but his actions suggested that perhaps there was something going on with him and the reason for trying to push me out of the picture meant that he has his eyes on Jeremy and always had. After all, a man as quirky and attractive as Jeremy shouldn’t have any problems finding a girlfriend, right? Well, unless he’s horrible to be with which can’t be true because I can withstand everything, even his odder tendencies.

Well, now wasn’t the time to be thinking about trivial matters. Instead, I had a date to attend to! Passing through the final traffic lights I saw the brightly coloured sign of Fritzy’s glowing in the distance like a beacon to lead me right to my hippie of a boyfriend. Boyfriend? Really, that’s what he was, wasn’t he? My boyfriend? This thought alone made me giddy and dating a younger person certainly helped me feel young most of the time.

“Hello sir, table for one?” was the first thing I heard when I walked into Fritzy’s, the hostess smiling wide and inviting. I didn’t respond right away, instead my eyes scanned the large expanse of the room for the familiar blond hair, but I saw nothing. Maybe he wasn’t here and maybe he wasn’t coming at all! Perhaps he had hung up and had a good laugh with Mike and then they were making out for all I knew and were telling each other about how pathe-

“Andrew? Hey, come on, I have a table in the corner.”

Wait, what? I looked to my left where Jeremy’s hand rested on my arm, those fingers digging in softly as he dragged me away from the hostess deeper into the restaurant. I was stunned and felt utterly stupid for believing my imagination’s insane ramblings for a second. Sure enough, he had a table already, his coat and umbrella sitting idly in the corner chair and drinks already ordered. I blinked in surprise, the very “after-work” beverage I enjoyed sitting there, little rivers of condensation already formed on the clear glass.

“I didn’t see you, I thought maybe you couldn’t come after all” I said, taking a seat across from him.

“I was in the washroom and if I said I’d meet you then I would. So, how was work?” he asked, the subtle, simple way he said it sounding so natural that I could feel my cheeks gathering colour in them. It was obvious enough, so I ducked down behind my menu, unwilling to let Jeremy know just how bashful I was around him. I really was a bit of a child.

“Work went well, it usually does. You’d think that dealing with kids and elderly people’s problems would be redundant, but there’s always something interesting per problem depending on the person.”

“Oh, like what? Give an example. Your practice is rather interesting, I should know” Jeremy said, pulling my menu down just in time for me to see him smirking at me and for him to catch a glimpse of my reddened face. He was teasing me, that I knew and I still felt guilty for what I did four weeks ago when we met.

“Oh, well….uh, like this little girl hadn’t been feeling well, so her parents brought her in to see me. She had been dealing with a runny nose for the longest time. When I was examining her, much to her parents and my surprise, she sneezed and it was purple.”

“……Purple?”

“Yeah, she said she liked to eat purple crayons” I said, looking around the room to make sure no one was around us. After all, I’m supposed to keep most things confidential, but telling my boyfriend about a kid eating crayons didn’t seem like a big deal.

“Haha, wow….that’s really strange. I think one of my brothers used to do that. Or it might have been me….hmm, probably me.”

“Yeah, other than that it was pretty well the same kind of day. What about you? How was school?”

“Not bad. A little long, but by the end of my schooling I’m hoping I’ll be able to do a lot with computer programming and graphics. Aside from just lectures and hands on stuff, it was nothing really out of the ordinary. Oh! Something did come up during lunch conversation with everyone though.”

Everyone? I didn’t like the sound of that. If anything, that meant his friends had been discussing us, and probably not in a positive light.

“Oh?” I said, looking back down at my menu.

“Sarah said she wanted to meet you and since she’s like the leader of our ragtag bunch, the others sort of jumped in with the same desire. Mike you’re already familiar with and I know he hasn’t said much about you to them. So, what do you think?”

What did I think? I was terrified! These were not just some random people that I could disregard, but the men and women that Jeremy knew intimately for several years, some of them even knowing him since he was a child. It was unsettling to know that I may end up in a small room and be glared at by Jeremy’s disgruntled loved ones. Still, Jeremy looked at me hopefully, his face reflecting just how strongly he hoped for this and I gave in with as little indignation as I could.

“Alright, it should be fun” I said with a small, forced smile, my heart a flutter when Jeremy’s expression was one of relief and joy. He was adorable and sweet, so innocent to my nasty, selfish intentions of keeping him all to myself.

“How about you meet them tomorrow? Unless you’re busy, if so then maybe next week...”

“No, tomorrow’s fine” I cut him off, Jeremy giving a smile of approval before he busied himself with the menu. Something seemed a little odd about the request, but I shrugged it off as nothing. The rest of the evening went by without issue as Jeremy and I discussed our lives, shared stories and enjoyed each other’s company. I spent a large portion of the night watching him intently when he wasn’t looking. The way his hands moved, the soft fluttering of his eyelashes whenever he ate, indicating that the food was good; it most certainly was. Even the way he chewed had me mesmerized in a bizarre sort of way. Hell, all was so well that I was even ballsy enough to order more alcohol, the sweet burn of the oddly illuminated green drink helped my mind feel at ease and after about four I was relaxed as hell! With my mind a little fuzzy and our dinner over with, I paid the bill and felt Jeremy at my side, walking close to steady me, just in case.

“Andrew, you’re a little drunk, aren’t you? I’ll drive! So, how about handing over those keys?!” Jeremy asked mischievously, his lovely, sweet looking lips quirking up in the corners as he eyed my jacket pocket. I knew his game; the delightful little sprite had been eagerly awaiting the day I let him drive the Mercedes and I always teased him about not being old enough yet. He always took my teasing with a defeated laugh, but there would be none of that today. Jeremy, having been dropped off at the restaurant, was now the only sober person at my side, so he would have to do.

“Alright, you win, but don’t think I’m letting you drive just because I’m drunk….no, you look so cute right now, I can’t help but give in” I said, wrapping my arms around him openly on the street. It was raining, so naturally sidewalk traffic was minimal, but those that were passing by stared at us, some casting negative and disapproving looks. I didn’t care, because if they were so uptight to give a damn about me, then I knew their lives were pretty fucking uneventful. They could stare all they wanted, I simply held onto Jeremy tighter as he unlocked the car and when a particularly prude looking older lady passed, I found my mouth on Jeremy’s ear and bit it playfully.

Two very audible gasps were heard, one so appalled by my actions and the other merely shocked. The old lady passed by with a massive huff, her face a twisted snarl as she cursed me under her breath for what I had done. I laughed softly, still limply hanging from Jeremy whom seemed unfazed by my little love bite. Instead, once the door was open he gently shoved me inside and closed the door. Clearly he thought I was plastered, hence the reason I was nibbling at him.

“That was embarrassing…” Jeremy said quietly, his face an utter symphony of red hues. I couldn’t help but chuckle at him and in turn, I received a bit of a glare.

“You don’t like it? Alright, I won’t do it again” I said calmly, even when the outside was bright and hyper looking and I felt as if I could fly. Good booze, whatever it was.

“No, it’s not that…..it’s just…..”

“Juuuuust?

“It’s new to me, so I get a little nervous. I didn’t say you couldn’t do it.”

Dear god, I hit the jackpot. Jeremy’s stuttered words, the sheer amount of red upon his face and the shy way he avoided my eyes was all the evidence I needed to conclude that Jeremy was probably falling for me! Or something a little less extreme as that, if anything he probably just liked me a little more than before. Yeah, that’s more realistic, Andrew.

“That’s good to know…I do like you a lot. It would be a pity if I couldn’t touch and tease you once in a while.”

“Y-Yeah, I guess so…” again, his face was red, eyes bashful and forward as we pulled out of the parking lot. When I finally decided to shut up and let him drive, he calmed down and I observed him. Jeremy was smiling, his lips upturned just enough so that his teeth were showing in an excited grin. The revving of the engine, the smoothness of the drive, he was enjoying everything. I let him have his fun as I laid back in the seat, always staring, watching each and every expression he made during his task. The more I looked at Jeremy, the way I studied him, I couldn’t quite understand why he let me touch him in the first place. After all, I was ten years older than him, I was also the one that tried, and succeeded, in violating him on different occasions, and yet he still said yes to being with me. Yes to being my boyfriend.

It was a miracle and I questioned his mindset. Was he insane or just lonely? No, if he was just lonely than I could imagine him just finding a girl to be with if he was that desperate and I was too much of a coward to ever ask him why he decided to be with me. Well, at least for now anyway.

“Are you asleep?” he asked calmly, the car stopped and parked outside the house before I even realized it. So enamored with my own wayward thoughts, I had left the entire drive home in complete silence. It was rude of me to keep silent, but Jeremy wouldn’t understand the slightly slurred words of a drunken man explaining the reason for being so mute.

“No…just listening to the rain” I replied, my response quickly followed by his hand on my thigh. This, naturally, caused my eyes to snap open and focus on Jeremy. Yet, what I had been expecting was not as perverted as I honestly hoped. The seatbelt holding me in was released with a soft click, the smooth material retracted back slowly as Jeremy unbuckled me from my seat. He said nothing, but merely did the same for himself and removed the keys from the ignition. Jeremy exited the vehicle and before I knew it he was on the passenger’s side and had opened the door for me.

“Here, hurry up. It’s pouring out” he said as he grabbed my arm and slung it around his shoulders. With a heaving motion, he pulled me to my feet with ease, his strength quite impressive when he wanted to get a job done. Of course this brought on many interesting questions, mainly those surrounding his natural power and why he never used it on me during the more hectic times we met. However I did recall that he did send me reeling back into the filing cabinet at work once. Then again, perhaps I was so drunk that I obeyed unconsciously, my feet listening to him without my mind paying attention.

With my body slung and sagging against him, I allowed him to lead me to the front door where he propped me up like a roll of carpet against the mail box. I wasn’t so inebriated that I couldn’t function, but the way Jeremy was doting on me, I couldn’t bear to tell him I was fine. No, a little lie wouldn’t hurt this time, besides, he was rummaging around my front –where all the good parts are– for my house keys, and who would honestly pass that up?

“Okay, come on… Christ, you’re heavy …” Jeremy swore as any effort I made to support myself began to lessen as he held to me tighter. I was enjoying this, so much so that my rank went from pervert to down right scum of the earth. But to hell with normal standards! It was Jeremy Wample, the oddly dressed, hippie beauty I met almost a month ago in my office. This was the man whom I had my eye on right after I had my hands on and inside him.

Crap, I sounded like a horrible person, but, oh well.

Completely submerged in my own thoughts, I hadn’t realized that Jeremy had been leading me upstairs to my room. The scuffling of his and my shoes across the hardwood floor soon melted into the dull koosh sound of the carpet. Too heavy and cooperating very little, Jeremy had no choice but to shove me down on the bed, his slender self caught still in my grip and together we toppled onto the mattress. Exhausted with his efforts, Jeremy remained where he fell and breathed a sigh of relief. His task was done, he had successfully carried an old, drunken man from his car to his bedroom without hardly breaking a sweat and his reward was getting to lay on top of the very drunk he had escorted up the stairs.

“You should change your clothes…they smell like rain.”

“Will you help me, Jerry?”

“Cheeky old man…fine, I’ll help you, you drunk” he sighed softly, his voice sounding annoyed However I could honestly tell it was teasing, his tone hardly rough, but gentle as I felt his eager fingers begin to slide my tie off, slowly, sensually, the silk running across his digits like some alluring dance. Before he could even remove the tie completely, I pulled him down against me, our lips meeting as I devoured them hungrily, relentlessly and unwilling to let go. I felt him resist slightly, but with the persuading of my tongue he soon calmed, his once lovely lidded blue eyes slowly closing, his body relaxing, almost melting, against me. We had done this before, not too long ago as an experiment, where we sat on the couch kissing and touching, hoping to get a better understanding of how each other’s bodies felt.

“W-Wait…..Andrew…I can’t do this, you’re drunk. It’s wrong.”

“…I’m not drunk.”

“Oh bull shit, all that staggering, the crap you pulled in front of the restaurant, the fact that I had to drag you up here myself and you say you’re sober. Come on, I’m not an idiot.”

“That’s right, you aren’t, but I’m not drunk, just a bit tipsy. I just liked that you were holding me so close.”

I laughed when he punched me as hard as he could in the arm, my poor bones not ready for such a brutal beating; a beating very much deserved. He grumbled at me bitterly, smacking me once more for good measure with an open palmed slap on the head, hardly enough to hurt, but to get his point across: he was pissed at me, but just a little.

“Miserable bastard, what do you think you hoped to achieve with that?!”

“This…!” I cheered, tackling him onto the bed, where he was rendered embarrassed and irritated beneath me. I always made it this far before I hesitated to go any further. I was nervous, more nervous then I ever was with women, and to have Jeremy staring up at me awaiting my next action, I always seemed to lose my edge. Now, I could blame that on two things: one being I was still worried about whether or not Jeremy wanted to be with me, or two, I was scared about my lack of experience. In fact, if Jeremy ever proposed that we have sex, I doubt I would know what to do, regardless of source material on the internet or in books. Shit, even now I was getting anxious, Jeremy’s gaze fixated on me as I tried desperately to figure out a course of action.

“Andrew…you okay?” he asked, his expression quite blank considering I was straddling him, trying to figure out what to do with myself.

“Jeremy, we’ve been dating for almost a month….uh, and we do tend to make out on a regular basis, but I was wondering…”

“…you’re not asking for sex, are you? Because to be honest I’m not-”

“No, no, no! Nothing like that….that’s not exactly what I was thinking, but I was wondering if I could try something with you?”

“What exactly do you want to try?”

“Can I just show you? Stop me if you don’t like it, of course.”

“…….. Alright, I guess.”

Nervously, he gave me permission to proceed, his breath hitching when I placed my hands on his waist, my fingers slowly unbuttoning his jeans until I could see the silly red and black skull print of his underwear. There was no resistance at all from him, well, not at first anyway. I simply sat back on my legs and stared down at his crotch, unsure if I should go through with this. After much deliberation, I figured that I should finish what I set out to do. Gripping the hem of his boxers, I pulled down abruptly, and lowered my face down into his lap, earning a startled shriek of surprise.

“W-What the hell are you doing!?”

“Well, you know….uh….a blow job?” I replied, my face turning red as I clapped my hand over it. Christ, it sounded so horrible, so juvenile, but still it’s what I wanted to do!

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Because I’m with you, and I want to show you I’m serious about this! This is what two men, as a couple, do! S-So lay back and take it like a man, damn it!”

There was a hesitant, sour look upon Jeremy’s face about him being a man until at last, with a quirked brow in my direction and an expression full of determination, he answered “If you’re up to the challenge.”

“Definitely, oh, and let me know if I suck at this...”

“Funny…”

I chuckled at his response, the tauntingly sarcastic, yet somehow bashful response was quite charming and I couldn’t help but adore him. Jeremy was still staring at me, his expression full of suspense as I lingered, my hand landing on his unclothed groin gently. Indeed, I had seen how his body reacted back when I had touched him in my office, but it had ended so quickly with him running away. It was almost a month later and this was the first time he let me do something this brazen.

Perhaps it was the lovely dinner that night, with the rain outside, or just the sheer fact that maybe, just maybe, we cared for each other that made both of us so willing. Either way, Jeremy was here now, allowing me to be this close to him, to touch, to love. I was most certainly blessed to have him accept me, so I took the opportunity and devoted my time to pleasing him. Smiling at my nervous lover, I lowered myself against Jeremy and softly blessed his lips with a kiss.

The crowning achievement each time I made such an attempt was when Jeremy would kiss back, his lips parting enough for me to dip my tongue past his teeth and explore the depths of his mouth. With our passionate kiss still being exchanged, I slowly began to pull his shirt up, exposing the smooth expanse of this bewitching beauty’s skin to the world. It was odd; I never showed any hesitation once I was motivated and the cumbersome article of clothing was torn off and thrown across the room without breaking our kiss. The time I had done this before at work, I was ruthless and cruel as I forced him against the desk with little regard for his feelings, but now things were different. I wanted to be gentle, to ease Jeremy comfortably into accepting my attention and to make any intimate moments memorable for the right reasons.

“Andrew…”

I felt a shudder run through my entire body when Jeremy moaned my name and I wasn’t even imagining it in the least. He was lying there with his face flushed a melody of crimson, and his mouth was parted in shallow breaths as I trailed wet kisses from his face to his neck. I began to descend down his body, Jeremy’s neck being left behind but sporting some wonderfully dark hickeys. My marks on Jeremy were so noticeable that he’d have a lot to explain to his friends tomorrow. But that wasn’t the focus right now; it was Jeremy and proving to him that I could be a worthy lover. Willing to express my true desires to the other man, I brought my hand down to his lap and was surprised to find him to be quite hard after just a few kisses. Youthful or not, I had gotten a rise out of Jeremy without hardly trying, a feat that left me feeling overly confident.

With Jeremy’s boxers long since removed, I gripped his penis in my hand gently, causing a chaotic tremor to travel through Jeremy as I began to caress him, testing his threshold. To feel him grip my shoulders in sudden pleasure, to hear him gasp softly made me feel incredible. It had taken weeks for us to get to this point, but it made it all the more worthwhile. The thought that Jeremy Wample would be under me like this was mind boggling and a crazy scenario, but it was happening. I couldn’t help but lick my lips in triumph as I watched Jeremy squirm, pant and generally enjoy what I was doing.

I began to feel more at ease and gathered up my courage enough to slide down his body, leaving damp trails from my tongue until I was face to face with the rather flushed and eager looking member that I had only really touched once in our entire, bizarre relationship. It was at this point that I tried to remember any time that my ex-girlfriends had done this, but being so preoccupied with the sensations, I honestly couldn’t recall a damn thing. However, I couldn’t stop now; instead I touched the heated flesh with the tips of my fingers, the tiny gesture gaining a hiss of pleasure from my victim.

Repeating my same tactics from before, I lazily ran my tongue along the base of Jeremy’s length, eliciting a gasp of surprise this time and I could see Jeremy staring down at me in wonder. I chuckled to myself and did it again, this time lapping at him from base to the very tip of his strained erection. Quite frankly, I was expecting it to taste unusual considering where and what it was, but to my surprise it was really no different than the rest of him. Jeremy continued so stare down at me, confused by what I was doing, especially since I’m sure people that practice fellatio don’t just lie or sit there assessing the taste of their partner. Or maybe they do. But who gives a fuck, it was new to me! I wanted to be familiar with every inch of Jeremy’s body, especially this part!

Looking up, I saw Jeremy about to speak, no doubt questioning my odd behavior, but I silenced him. Silenced him not with a kiss or the pressing of my fingers against his lips, but quieted him with taking his entire shaft into my mouth without error. It was hot, the warm flesh burning against my tongue and with every passing second it seemed to heat up even more. Not entirely sure if I was doing it correctly, a strange thought swirled in my head and I recalled any time I had ever consumed popsicles and the general mechanics of it. Call me an idiot if you want, but it helped. Jeremy’s soft pants turned into deep, throaty moans as I devoured him, lapping and sucking in smooth motions at the ripe, red endowment.

If it were only groans of pleasure then I’d be under the impression that I was doing just well, but the sudden feeling of Jeremy’s fingers kneading through my hair and his blunt nails digging into my scalp made me realize just how much he was enjoying this. I wasn’t servicing him, I was pleasuring him immensely and that only helped to inflate my ego and that was the last thing it needed. However, the sensual massage through my hair presented more problems for me than I could have initially foreseen and I felt my pants tighten uncomfortably.

“Ah….A-Andy” Jeremy’s voice interrupted my thoughts, the shortened version of my name sounding so surreal when cried out in that sultry, lusty voice. Only so many people ever called me Andy, usually those that I had known for years like Heather and Tom, but when I heard it utter by Jeremy’s sweet voice, it made the tightness in my pants become unbearable.

Jeremy’s busy fingers entangled into my hair further each time I lazily bobbed my head up and down the swollen phallus, feeling the overall girth of Jeremy’s penis increase, hinting at his need to release soon. But naturally I was feeling rather cruel tonight, and instead of giving in, I held the base of his shaft and squeezed, cutting off his deliverance. He made a sound of discontentment, the constricting hold making every lick to the head of his member like torture, and each time I couldn’t help but contain the smile of twisted delight on my face. However, I knew I couldn’t continue the cruelty for too long since it would become unbearable and the last thing I wanted was for Jeremy to remember this part of our relationship with negativity. Easing my hands off the throbbing length, I rested my hands against his hips, holding him in place as I once again dove down, taking him deep in the back of my throat. In doing so, I was rewarded with a choked gasp as Jeremy’s head fell back against the pillow in rapture.

Feeling the inevitable coming with every moment I sucked on the trembling shaft and playfully slid my hands under Jeremy where I gripped his supple ass, giving the occasional, teasing squeeze to the wonderfully plush cheeks. It was fun actually, and I enjoyed the subtle reactions I noticed each time from the simple twitches of Jeremy’s thighs to the way his free hand would curl tightly into the collar of my shirt. With everything at once becoming a large distraction, I neglected to pick up on Jeremy’s sudden reactions and the arching of his body before I felt something warm and, quite frankly sweet, explode in my mouth. My reflexes were shot as I couldn’t suppress the gag and let go of Jeremy where a fit of coughs followed.

“Are you okay?!” Jeremy asked, having sat up as soon as I began to choke. It didn’t taste terrible; he merely caught me off guard. Christ, what a way to ruin something that was supposed to be fun. I hate me.

“I-I’m fine…sorry, I wasn’t expecting that” I coughed, my eyes watery as I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing at them furiously while I continued to hack softly. Jeremy slid in next to me, concern etched on his face which was as equally red as my own. We were embarrassed beyond all hope, each of us silent as the grave for the most part, other than my occasional cough. There was an awkwardness I couldn’t even begin to describe and I felt that I had wronged Jeremy horribly. I was about ready to tell Jeremy to go home before there was a small chuckle to my left and the weight of my embarrassed lover’s head on my shoulder.

“I nearly killed you with my penis. That would certainly make interesting headlines in the paper, don’t you think? Heh, but, you know, you’re a strange man, Andrew Wells, doing this to me with such ridiculous results…..but, it was great” he said gently, his fingers finding their way into my shirt collar so that he could pull me closer for a soft kiss to my lips. I was dumbfounded and could only stare blankly at him as he grabbed his underwear from the end of the bed and pulled them on.

“Y-You’re serious? Even after that stupidity just now?! I must have looked like an idiot! It didn’t go how I was hoping and…shit…I don’t know what to say.”

“Why not just listen to me! I enjoyed it a lot! I don’t just thrash and moan for no reason, you know? S-So feel free to practice with me more in the future, got it?”

Jeremy was an angel to me, a silly, sort of dense little angel that didn’t condemn me for my lack of skills, but honestly requested that I do this more often. I felt like I was falling in love with him even more after each bold statement he made about our awkward, intimate moment. It had been gross and stupid, but it made it human somehow and not at all like the cliché, fairy tale way that some people believed about sex. I chuckled at myself after a few minutes of reflection and hugged him, kissing to the top of his head.

“…Well, I guess I should call Mike to come pick me up…” Jeremy began as he was already bent over retrieving his cell phone. Hating that statement, I grabbed the phone out of his hands and tossed it aside abruptly. “Hey, what are you doing?”

“Stay with me tonight! I don’t want you to go home just yet and I’ll keep my hands to myself all night, I promise” I said quickly, wanting him to so desperately stay. I felt that if he left then it would ruin this atmosphere of comfort that was established over such a peculiar event. Jeremy’s eyes met mine; they looked at me suspiciously and skeptically until he nodded his head with a smile.

“Alright, I’ll stay. Um, but can I borrow a T-Shirt or something to sleep in tonight?”

“Absolutely!” and how could I not? I found it incredibly sexy to see Jeremy in my clothes, making me all the more aware of how much I was enjoying this relationship. Last time I had this much fun was that two week road trip with Craig, and that’s only because I was hammered most of the time. Walking to the dresser, I pulled out a simple red, cotton T-Shirt for him and returned to the bed with it. Jeremy made the process of getting dressed look alluring as the material slid over his skin, hiding it from all curious eyes. I shivered in delight knowing that I was the able to see Jeremy in this situation, this awkwardness. I doubt he ever felt this different with a woman, and that it made it all the more enjoyable.

I was a first for him, and nothing could take that away.

“So, should I sleep on the couch or that spare bedroom down the hall?” Jeremy asked, while sticking his head out of my bedroom door. Before he could even start another sentence I flew across the bed and grabbed his arm.

“No, please! I have a king sized bed and with just me in it would be criminal considering you’re here now! So sleep with me tonight…..erm, I mean sleep as in eyes closed and not touching at you again…you know?”

“Wow…..were you this bumbling with other people you dated?”

“No, only when I’m with you.”

“Hmm…” that was the last thing he said that night as he slid under the covers and fell back on the pillows with a smile. Having changed into my sleep wear, which consisted of sweatpants and T-Shirt, I joined him and moved as close as I could without overstepping my boundaries. However, my personal space was invaded when I felt Jeremy shift and roll over onto me, his head resting peacefully on my chest. I was petrified on the spot, my heart stopping for a moment at the intimate action, but I didn’t question it. Instead I took it as a clear sign that the odd occurrence between us had broken the ice and we were more comfortable with each other than ever. With the less than desirable way we first met being pushed away I prayed that things would remain this way forever.

…Of course, meeting with his friends would prove to be a challenge for both of us.

End Chapter 7

Lol, fellatio....what a fun word. So yeah, how will Andrew meeting with Jeremy's grand order of nerds work out? Who knows, so keep looking for updates, I'm sure I won't take too long next time. Of course, never believe that, something always distracts me and OOH! Kitty! :D